S on the brain

Circling and circling

An endless loop

 

Fascination

An endless constant

Infatuation

 

He consumes my thought

I consume his body

I take him

He makes me

Feel I am the only

The one

 

He leaves me

 

I cannot describe

What he does for me

What he does to me

He does not know

And he may never

 

For this lust

I carry

Is all my own

 

For me to bear

For me to wear

For me to struggle

 

To frustrate my warm

Softness and flesh

 

My patience

My soul

My lips

My hips

 

Between them he lives

And he knows none of it

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